Saturday, January 21, 2017

Wintry Return To The Amish Forest - Part 2

The dogs and I were walking in what I have been calling the Amish Forest (see also Part 1, posted yesterday):

Though it had been logged just this past summer, the crew had been selective, choosing only tall and straight pines for telephone poles. That left lots of unspoiled, natural beauty for us to enjoy:

Besides the pines, the only leaves to be seen were the golden brown beech leaves, which often hang on all winter long:

But it was cold and there was ice beneath a thin layer of snow, making walking treacherous. So we turned back toward the gravel road:

I could see our car up ahead but luckily, the dogs didn't notice it. They often run to it when they see it:

Besides, they had interesting smells to sniff and bushes to pee on:

Seamus, still looking svelte and trim, cut a smart figure as he pranced. It wasn't long ago that he was obese and having trouble walking. His diet has added years to his life and put a spring in his step:

Fergus walked into the forest and then returned, perhaps wondering why I hadn't followed:

All the dogs stopped frequently to read "the newspaper," scents which only their noses can detect:

And it was all a great adventure and lots of fun:

When Jack spied the car ahead, I knew he would bolt so I put him on a leash. The other dogs were told to heel, and they did so beautifully. Our short, wintry walk was over, a quick excursion on a cold, sunny day:

Friday, January 20, 2017

Wintry Return To The Amish Forest - Part 1

It was a cold but sunny and windless day, so I decided to take the dogs back to what I called the Amish Forest (because the access road is across the road from an Amish farm). I could find no place to park along the gravel road but discovered that I could park in the lane through the woods. I let the dogs out and they exploded with joy:

I received permission to use this land but was asked not to use it during big game season. Figuring that was over now, it seemed like a good day for a walk with the pooches:

And they sure were happy:

There were lots of interesting smells along the way:

The beeches were the only deciduous trees which still held their leaves:

Mostly, this was a pine forest. A hundred years ago, this land grew potatoes. When the land was depleted, the owner planted pines:

And now it's lovely land for walking with the dogs, for hunting and for its owner's cabin:

The dogs were pretty good about not running too far ahead. Maybe they could sense that I was cold and potentially crabby:

It was a pleasant but short walk:

The owner sold much of the pine timber for use as telephone poles and it was cut this past summer. That left skid roads for us to explore along the way:

The logging also opened up the view a bit, exposing spectacular beauty. But we weren't done yet, and I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A Driving Tour Of Ferris Road - Part 2

I was taking a driving tour of scenic, rural Ferris Road in the town of Lawrence, New York (see Part 1, posted yesterday). This large old farm had a modern home, pictured at the end of yesterday's post:

There was an impressive herd of black and red Angus cattle out back. I had to use the zoom lens to get a photo of them:

I don't know if this impressive gate led to a sugar house or if Sugar Bush was the name of their farm (or maybe both). Either one was possible, as maple syrup production is ubiquitous in these parts:

Despite the appearance of many active farms, I also saw lots of fields, lying undeveloped and unused:

In some places, the fields had grown up into woodlands:

This striking red barn was part of a small, immaculately tended farm:

The house was elaborate and they'd used the same eye-catching red paint on its foundation and chimney:

I stopped and turned around after I'd passed by the farm with the red paint. I wanted to see it all together. It's a beauty, isn't it?:

This sad old house, caving in and sprouting trees, was certainly not beautiful but it was interesting:

Two historic barns in what appeared to be near perfect condition:

And sadly, another old home, slowly sinking back into the earth:

I remembered this old home from my driving tour three years ago. It appeared then as if it was about to be renovated. Alas, I didn't think anything had changed in the three years since:

Ferris Road ended at State Route 11, where I snapped one last photo of this low rise, red barn. I've decided that some of the most picturesque rural scenery is close to home: